Two Rivers Isle maine tumko chaaha tumse pyaar kiya

he'd remained near this area for a while, focusing on staying clear of the saints. eventually, he would move on from the hinterlands—but not yet. he knew from his flight south after parivaar had crumbled that beyond the mountains was the coast,

then the island,

the plateau, & the maplewood;

and he wasn't ready to revisit those places yet. he would remain a while, then move on. no use chasing ghosts if he didn't have to.

this was a lovely place between two rivers; he spent the long afternoons lounging in the shade, and starry evenings traipsing along the banks. it seemed that not a soul called this place home, and so he made it his own, mentally mapping the place in case he wanted to stay for good.

today, aditya, his belly rumbling, stalked a group of geese, wondering if he could surprise one or two before they turned on him with vicious beaks. he kept to the shadows, staying out of sight of those beady black eyes.